By Almie Rose

Hey, writers: you ever have something you really want to put out there, but you’re afraid of how it will be received? This is one of them.

Sometimes you’re riding through life in a convertible and the sun is shining, but isn’t too hot, it’s just right, and your favorite song is playing, and you’ve got your babes by your side (yes, babes, not babe), and you’re thinking, “Wow, life is wonderful.”

But sometimes, it is too hot, and you’re sweating, and your ass is sticking to your fake leather seat, and the radio is playing a bunch of bullshit and you’re alone, and you’re thinking, “Wow, life sucks.”

And you look over in the other lane and you see an asshole who is just cruising, and you think, “Screw that guy, I’ve got a convertible, too, I’m a good person, too, why is he having fun and I’m not? I hate him.”

(That long-ass, long-winded analogy is about jealousy, in case you didn’t you get that.)

And my point is that, I’m usually pretty good at not even looking in the other lane and if I do, I nod my head, and reluctantly let the driver merge. Uh, this is also a metaphor, because when I’m actually driving, I definitely check the surrounding lanes, and I always let people merge, because I am a safe driver, and my insurance company will tell you that.

You get what I’m saying? Okay, if not, here it is: I’m usually really good with keeping my jealousy in check.

But sometimes, I’m not. Why? I don’t know. Maybe because, to go to the default, “I’m human.” Maybe because I feel the world owes me something it doesn’t. Maybe because I’ve had too much to drink.

And when this happens, I go into a real gross, ugly place. I think, “Why is ‘Sally LeAwesome’ killing it, and I’m not? Yeah, Sally LeAwesome is my friend, and I’m totally happy for her, but I remember a point where I had way more Twitter followers than she did, and now not only does she have more followers, but she sold a pilot, and has great abs! Fuck Sally LeAwesome!”

When this happens, I feel terrible, for two main reasons: 1. because jealousy is a terrible feeling, and 2. because I feel petty, and I hate feeling petty (unless it’s TOM PETTY, am I RIGHT??? HA. A HA HA HA. A HA HA HA HA HA!)

So what do I do? I get over it. How? I remind myself that their success in no way detracts from mine, and they’re my friend who worked hard to succeed, so good on them. And if they’re not my friend? I shrug my damn shoulders and eat a sandwich and then usually feel better after that.

But as lame as jealousy is, I still feel it’s important to discuss. I’m totally over pretending like I never get jealous. I don’t think that’s healthy, or remotely helpful. I think if we all just admitted that we get jealous, we’d have a much better chance at succeeding for ourselves. Because if you say, “Hey, I’m jealous of Sally LeAwesome, but that’s okay,” you can move on with your damn life and work even harder to be good. But if you deny it, you just let it fester, and the next thing you know, you have to have your leg amputated and your convertible needs a car wash.

I’m sorry, those metaphors got away from me there.

Hopefully, you get my point.

My confession: I get jealous. Sometimes, checking Facebook hurts my soul. But I’m okay with that. There’s nothing wrong with me. I want my friends to succeed and kick ass, but there’s nothing wrong with admitting that you know what, I want to succeed and kick ass, too.

Allow me to state the obvious: British guys are dreamy. If that’s a stereotype, I hope it’s one they’re happy to bear. So when DateBritishGuys.com approached me about writing this post, I said, absolutely. It’s hard to resist a British man; they seem so utterly charming no matter what, even if they’re cursing. (They actually sound bloody fantastic when they curse.) It’s no secret that I adore British men (for example, Sir Paul McCartney is my ideal boyfriend), and I’m clearly not alone. Hooray for Brits!

But what may surprise you is that are certain things British men adore about us, as well. I asked some British guys who date American women what they love most about non-British ladies, and was, shall we say, chuffed, by their responses. Here are 10 things British guys will love about you!

(Of course, it should be noted that all men are different — as are women — and results may vary.)

10.) Your accent!

That’s right, the accent adoration is a two-way street. One particular Brit has a fondness for Texan girls. You may think you may not even have an accent, but you totally do, and they find it delightful. So own it!

9.) Your openness.

American women in particular, are a lot more open compared to their British counterparts (especially English girls). That isn’t to say that all English women are closed-off; it’s just that American women have a certain breezy, carefree “my life is an open book” way of living.

8.) Your frank conversation.

British men love that we’re more than willing to “go there” and call out what needs calling out. One Brit noted that we have, “the readiness to engage in conversation”, and we’re not shy about it. They appreciate that level of boldness, that we’ll just walk up to them and say what’s on our minds, and that over cocktails, we’ll keep it real.

7.) Your sense of humor.

Brits are well-known for their signature dry sense of humor, but that doesn’t mean they don’t appreciate our “goofy” sense of humor as well. I’ve always believed that bonding over humor is one of the best ways for a couple to connect, so don’t be afraid to crack a few jokes (and we know you won’t be).

6.) Your attitude towards sex.

To be frank (and we’ve learned that we should be), British men do in fact like that, contrary to popular belief, America isn’t as hung up on sex as you would think. I’m not saying that American girls are “easy” or anything so crass or disrespectful; I’m saying that we have a certain openness about sex, be it sexual innuendo and/or jokes, which suggests that we don’t take the whole thing too seriously.

5.) Your sense of fun.

“There is also the fun side, not fearing appearing stupid in the pursuit of having fun,” one British man revealed. “It’s somewhat endearing.” Hear that, ladies? Don’t be afraid to have fun! Embrace every moment and go with the flow, as they say.

4.) Your brashness.

Did you know there’s a stereotype British men have about American women — that we’re brash? And did you know that they kind of love it? Sure, some of them think we’re “too loud”, but some praise us for being “slightly aggressive.” Just keep in mind that being brash is okay — being full on rude is not.

3.) Your smile.

This one surprised me, but one British man I spoke to commented specifically about the smile of American women. “I think, on average, [American women] actually have a wider smile…and are ALWAYS using it — though they might just be reacting to an English accent, who knows.” I never really thought about it, but I suppose we are a smiley bunch.

2.) Your confidence.

Having confidence on a date or while flirting can be hard, but many British men singled out our confidence as being an especially desirable quality. One man reported, “There’s nothing more sexy than a self-assured confident woman…I’ve never met an American woman that’s isn’t — [it’s] hot!” And why wouldn’t it be? Who doesn’t love someone who is completely confident (NOT cocky, but confident)? So do whatever it is you have to do to boost your confidence, whether it’s wearing your favorite pair of sky-high heels or psyching yourself up in the mirror beforehand. Hey, no shame in that game.

1.) Your total adoration of British men!

Simply put, British men aren’t mad that non-British women are crazy for them. They know simply being British is like having a superpower, and they’re well aware of the spell they cast. And they kind of dig how into it we are.

I am very open to psychics, and astrology. Once, a woman stopped me on the street and hold me I HAD to call her for a reading, because there was something she just HAD to tell me. She gave me her card, and I was totally ready to call her until I realized that on the card, she had spelled the word “spiritual” incorrectly. (I believe she spelled it, “speritual.” That was it for me.)

So when I got an email asking if I was interested in a free “love reading,” I said yes, but asked instead if it could be a career reading, because for once, I am very satisfied with my love life and have no questions. They said absolutely, and arranged for me to do the reading over the phone.

I’ve done phone readings before, and to be honest, I kind of treat them like therapy. Therapists and psychics really do have a lot in common. They both listen to you, remind you of your finest qualities, and offer some form of advice. A common misconception is that psychics tell you what will happen. Not really. A good psychic will never claim to know exactly what will happen to you and when. They merely open the door to possible futures, based on what they know about you, which shouldn’t be a lot. And if you’re just as open to them, you might get something out of it.

Here’s what went down: I got a call from a friendly voice who asked me for specific questions about my career. (It’s good to prepare a list of questions to ask beforehand). I asked those questions and she then asked me to say my name three times in a row. Okay. “Almie…Almie…Almie.” I sort of expected some sort of Beetlejuice thing to happen, but, alas.

Here’s what she said about me:

“[You're] not looking directly at something, [you're] looking away from something, instead of being focused forward.”

“[You're] a perfectionist who doesn’t like to make mistakes.”

She added, there’s “an area where [you're] being mislead in some way.” That, “someone is being less than honest with me (in the business world).” She proceeded to compliment me, calling me “very witty” and said that I have a way of “helping others feel comfortable with themselves.”

Here comes the future stuff: “Isee you taking a big leap forward, more on your own, as you’re the one running the show. The path is very straightforward and direct. Less turmoil around you, almost less of the side jobs. [You're like a] subway, and it’s going really fast.”

This is the part where she told me that I was going to write “three things.” Tangible things. She says I “need” to write more, and as a result of writing these three things, I was going to be “very successful”, more than I ever expected. (Yes, I did tell her I was a writer, but that was it.) She said by October, one of the things I was writing would be completed, and that I shouldn’t delay. “Don’t delay, you live in LA” — this was a phrase that was stuck in her mind.

She totally called out that I feel stuck a lot, and that when this happens, I need to “take a break” and “go to the beach” or “sit by the water.” She added, “I see you on a small stage with a mic and you’re holding one of your books and talking about it and people love it.”

Okay, sweet. Then she said this:

“There’s a man out there who is saying unkind things about [you], criticized [you]. This is an odd person.” I didn’t know who she was referring to, other than, you know, the entire Internet.

Overall, she was complimentary and oddly motivating. And when I asked her about a specific job interview coming up, she got specific too, saying I was, “one of the most qualified people. They’re showing [your] foot in the door, it’s a 3 step process. I’m getting a big push from a spirit with this job interview, but you’re going to outgrow this job.” In the end, I wound up not taking the job (but it had nothing to do with what she told me, I promise.)

I hope my great job still lies in front of me. She said I should get used to being backstage; that I, “really have creative life and you’ve got the ticket. Just hold steady.” As for what’s getting in my way? She says it’s — get ready for this — myself. (Twist!). “Just get out of your own way.” She really nailed that part, and also the part where she told me, “you didn’t start too late, you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be…you did not miss any opportunities. you are right where you’re supposed to be.”

Sometimes, when you’re doing things, you have to do other things, and that’s a hardship in anyone’s life. We all strive to be better at doing these things, and that’s why I’m offering these tips. Because there are moments when certain things in our lives become other things in our lives and that’s when we realize that we can do any of the things. I believe in all of you. Here are the Top 10 Things You Need To Do In 5 Ways To Be 20 Times Better At These 4 Things (By Age 30). The second thing will shock you!

10. Text your man sexy texts!

Ladies, this is a real truth that may shock you, but I’m not going to sugarcoat it, as I am not a sugarcoater deviant — your man isn’t always gonna be there for you, so be sure to tart yourself up and send him some sexy texts — straight masterpieces! This isn’t slutshaming or a takedown of misogyny — don’t believe me? Just watch! No but seriously, ladies, it’s important to let your man know that he is the number one dude for you, unless he cheats on you, then leave him forever! Just do it! I am your God now.

9. Always believe in yourself.

It’s really hard to be a 20 something in this day and age, with the Internet and the cellular telephone devices and the Bluetooth technology. How do you even know where your brain ends and your iPhone begins? You don’t, and that’s not your fault. It’s going to be okay, because if you believe in yourself, everything is always okay forever and always. I believe you have the strength to be your truest self. So don’t not stop believin’.

OMG, when you have a Tamagotchi on a Sanrio mini backpack at a taping of Nickelodeon’s Guts, you are one tubular dude! We all danced to the hits of our times, so try dancing to two-hit wonders, instead of just the one-hit wonders (of the times) or else, A-ZIG-A-ZAG-AHHH! Because any ’90′s kid will know that we got knocked down, but we got up again, because you ain’t EVER gonna keep us down! Does anyone else remember Are You Afraid of the Dark? LIKE OMG, the clown episode!!!! (Too “on the nose”? LOL)!

6. You won’t believe what this celebrity looks like now.

I’m not even going to post a photo of this celebrity, because you wouldn’t even believe it! Let’s just say, he or she looks like they’ve aged 10 years — and they totally have! Fuck them!

5. Don’t let anyone keep you from voicing your voice.

I believe at the bottom of my core that our voices — our voices — are what separate us from the animals. No offensive of course to animals — they’ve done so much for us. Have been there, for us, the same way that we — yes, we — can be there for each other. This isn’t to suggest that you have to be able to speak — no, no, you can communicate in many other ways, all of which are valid and special and unique to you, and I love you for it. I want you to be fearless. You’re a lion in a word of lemmings.

4. Your body is perfect just the way it is.

If ONE MORE MAGAZINE tells me ONE MORE THING about ONE MORE OTHER THING, I am going to freakin’ explode! We are all valid and we are all beautiful and we all have perfect bodies! What’s a “bikini body”? FUCK OFF, IT’S YOUR BODY. YOU ARE THE ONLY BODY. THERE IS ONLY ONE BODY AND IT IS YOURS. WE ALL HAVE TO WORSHIP YOUR BODY AND WHEN WE’RE DONE WORSHIPPING YOUR BODY, YOU’LL WORSHIP OURS, AND THEN WE’LL ALL GET FROZEN YOGURT, AND WE’LL GET WHATEVER TOPPINGS WE WANT, BECAUSE WE ARE BEAUTIFUL AND IT WOULD BE BEST IF WE EACH PAID FOR OUR FROZEN YOGURT SEPARATELY, OTHERWISE WE’LL HAVE TO DEAL WITH THE PEOPLE WHO DON’T HAVE CASH ON THEM AND ASHLEY NEVER CARRIES CASH AND IT’S LIKE, JESUS, ASHLEY, CARRY SOME FUCKING CASH WHEN YOU KNOW YOU’RE GOING OUT FOR FROZEN YOGURT, NO BUT SRSLY ASHLEY U R BEAUTIFUL I LOVE YOU GIRL.

3. I saw a dog once.

It was cute and small and I saw it and said, “Doggy!” and my boyfriend acknowledged that I said that and we kept walking but as we kept walking, I smiled at the dog and it smiled back, in its own way.

2. BE NICE TO OLD PEOPLE!

Yes, this is somewhat controversial, but I firmly believe that we should all be nice to old people. Coming from my background it’s important to be kind to our elderly members of society because they know things that we don’t and who knows what they’ll do for us? Will they put us on Mars? Probably. So if we don’t treat them with the proper respect they deserve, we may not make it to the space station, and we’ll suffocate.

1. Be offended by everything.

Dear nation, nothing is good anymore, everything is terrible, there is no hope. My future, once laid out like a colorful map on a child’s restaurant placemat, is now as muddy and dirty as the face of a world-weary hobo. I am in a swimming pool that is lit by youth. I am weary, I am old, I am sailing on a boat made of newspaper, and like the medium itself, I am sinking. There is an ocean between all of us, an ocean of dreams and misspent anxieties. How can anyone say which path is the right one? There is no right path, there is only a desert. A desert of uncertainty, of broken spirits. It’s time to saddle up and forge our way through, no matter the costs. I am a pinwheel of pain, and I am in it alone. But who isn’t?

Don’t forget the bottle of Pinot Grigio, LOL! Which things can you recommend to do in 5 ways to be 20 times better at these 4 things by age 30? There are no wrong answers!

(Note: this is a guest post by a Ms. Barbie, because I figured we could use a little more fashion on this blog.)

When you think of a clutch, you may imagine a perfect little handbag just the right size to carry all your daily essentials such as keys, credit cards, and smartphones, but 2015 is turning the familiar image of the clutch on its head.

Inspired by the portfolios long carried by creative spirits, larger clutches take advantage of the naturally minimalistic profile of the clutch bag to add exciting new dimensions to the platform as well as affording clutch chasers with some sorely-needed space for bigger items such as books, a tablet or a laptop.

Some of the industry’s most well-known designer retailers are at the forefront of the focus on more spacious clutches, and the fruits of their imaginations for spring and summer 2015 are sure to inspire new perspectives on just what role a clutch bag can play in your wardrobe.

Envelope Clutches

The envelope clutch is getting more than its share of attention in early 2015, presenting a dressed-down and approachable alternative to the more formal pieces popular in past seasons. DKNY, Sally LaPointe and Chanel are just a few of the names making prominent use of the envelope and folding clutch profiles in their early 2015 collections, making it a sure bet as a core component of this season’s hottest looks.

Oversized Fringed Clutches

Additions such as tassels and fringe can add free-spirited flair to otherwise unremarkable profiles, and a variety of spring exhibitions, including the imaginative procession of Anya Hindmarch, serve to highlight how much visual interest such a simple touch can add. The oversized clutch’s origins as the artist’s suitcase makes it a natural pairing for the whimsical aesthetic that fringe detailing can bring, and the oversized clutch in particular is an outstanding showcase for this retro-chic element.

Color-Blocking

Color-blocking is another popular retro-chic technique used to jazz up pieces in 2015, and the bold styling of the oversized clutch makes it a highly visible canvas for some of the most interesting color combinations offered by design houses in years.

Color-Blocked Bags

The spring/ summer 2015 handbag trends include almost all the colors of rainbow, however, there is one trend we are particularly excited about. Color-blocking continues to be an interesting technique of creating not only smashing looks, but also stylish bags, and this is what Valentino and Burberry Prorsum prove.

In 2009, I made a “to do list” — male celebrities I’d like to do. It features some wildcards, like Peter Dinklage. And this was beforeGame of Thrones. I had worked with him on a film (which is a glorified way of saying I was an extra on his film in his scene), and I put him on the list.

But it’s 2015 now, and so, I feel I should update this list. The last list featured 5 celebs — this features 6. And if that bothers you, well, I’m sorry. There were some people I had to carry over. Some got left behind. But some remained forever glorious.

Here are 6 celebrity dudes on my To Do List.

6.) Pharrell Willams

I’ve made it clear how much I hate that damn song, “Happy.” I once tweeted, “Someone just cut someone else off while playing ‘Happy’, and it was the first time that song ever made me happy.” It was something like that; this was a while ago. I’ve also joked that the song is so silly, it should include the line, “Clap along if you feel like a shoe without a sock.” But I realize that Pharrell is more than “Happy.” Pharrell has been on my radar for a long time. Mainly for his personal style/fashion, TBH. His music was always secondary to that, for me. But this dude is 41 and looks like a damn giddy 20-something. I’ll clap along for you, Pharrell. My room? It needs a roof. Let’s fix that. Clap along, Pharrell, if you feel like giving me a roof. And uh, really get up there and secure it and, uh, shit, I don’t know much about roofing. All I know is that when Pharrell performs, he has the giddiness of a young man (as well as the face), and it makes me want to be happy. Like, I would even overlook the clusterfuck that is “Blurred Lines” for Pharrell. Because I’m happy. Clap along.

5.) Marc Maron

How the hell did this one happen? Well, I Netflix marathoned Maron, that’s how. We all know I love older men, and Marc Maron is that quintessential older man — the one who pretends to hate his life when really, he’s secretly loving life, balls-out. The problem here is that Maron is sober and I am not. My wine glass is only empty because I’m about to fill it. But man, I have a thing for cantankerous older men. Maron seems to have a problem with everything, and I find that insatiable. I’d put up with his bullshit, roll my eyes, and be his forever. I’d listen to all his bullshit records, from those bands that no one’s heard of but he somehow has, and he knows it. Shit.

4.) Blake Shelton.

I guess I’m on a The Voice kick — first Pharrell, now Blake. The Blake one shames me, deeply. I don’t know what it is, but once I saw him on Saturday Night Live, doing his “Wishing Boot”sketch, that’s when something clicked — sweet fancy Moses, I wanna do this man. We have absolutely nothing in common. He’s a country music star and the only country music I like is real old school, like Dolly Parton country. (BTW, I AM AWARE THAT HE, AND PHARRELL ARE MARRIED. AND I REALIZE I HAVE NO CHANCE WITH THESE PEOPLE. CHILL OUT.) Discovering that I’m attracted to Blake Shelton is like someone telling me I can urinate through my eyeballs — what? How? And why? — that’s how it feels. I feel so…ashamed. Not that he’s not an attractive and talented man — he’s just so not my type. I’m confused. But I’m gonna roll with it.

3.) Jon Hamm

So on the previous list, I included Don Draper, but not Jon Hamm, and yes, I am aware that Don Draper is fictional, thank you. But this time around, I am including Jon Hamm, the man. Because he’s proved himself to be more than Don Draper. He has a wicked sense of humor and always kills it on SNL. I’ve come to the point where I am able to separate him from Don, and I like what I see. Funny story: I once saw Jon Hamm in person and made an ass of myself, but that’s a story for another time. If you’ve read this far, let me know if you ever want to hear it. Anyway, my point is, he’s come so far. He’s no longer just “Don Draper” to me, and thus, deserves a spot on this list, even though I heard rumors that he picks up random girls and fingers them in his car. What? WHAT??? I’m just being honest. Just being honest.

2.) David Bowie

I mean, this one is a given, if you even know me at all. David Bowie is one of my true loves. But the thing about Bowie, and the reason why he’s not number one, is that I believe you should never meet your heroes, even just for one day. (HA! SEE WHAT I DID THERE?). He just means too much to me. So much that I don’t even think I can say anymore. Just know that I love him, and will forever, but hope to never actually be anywhere near him. I saw him in concert twice, and bawled both times. So any interaction between me and Bowie would be bad news. But I can’t not include him on the list. So here he is. Ziggy played guitar…

1.) Paul McCartney

Paul McCartney is my EVERYTHING. You know, I have a boyfriend, so this list is all fun and games — except for Paul McCartney. My boyfriend understands that if I were offered an evening with Sir Paul, I would take it (to the limit) (one more time). And he accepts that. We both know it’s never going to happen, but so help me God, if it does, I am IN IT to WIN IT. I don’t fucking care that he’s old. People are like, “Oh ew, imagine his 72-year-old body on you” and I’m like, “I am, and it’s FANTASTIC.” I will want Paul McCartney forever and always. He is the one for me. He just doesn’t realize it. Try to see it my way, Paul. We can work it out. We can work it out! P.S. I love you. You, you, you!

Oh dear Internet Blog, how are you? I’m doing well. I had an interesting discovery about 3 1/2 weeks ago that I’m hesitating to share, because I really don’t want to disrespect my boyfriend. He’s amazing. So this was very, very hard to write. This blog, though, is made for me to vent my feelings, and since I’ve ignored you so, I feel it’s time to open up. That’s what this blog is all about, right? Right. So here we go.

One of my ex boyfriends is engaged. Engaged to be married, not for battle. Just thought I’d clarify.

Let me make this clear: I am not upset that I am not engaged to him. I have an amazingly wonderful boyfriend whom I wouldn’t exchange for anyone else. Except for maybe Paul McCartney, but he knows that, and he’s okay with that. So this isn’t about that.

What it’s about, is realizing that I have now reached an age where ex boyfriends are getting engaged, and that’s scary as hell. I’m not ready for this. Note: this is the same ex I wrote about here and here(oh, and wrote about him in my book, which you can get here. Did you think I was above self-promotion, even in deepest honesty?). It seems like so long ago, and I guess it is, and I should be okay with that. Except for I resist the march of time. I can’t help but resist it.

This ex is even younger than I am (by three years, which can be a lot when you’re in your twenties. On our first date, he couldn’t legally order an alcoholic drink. That’s how much.) He’s younger, and yet, by getting engaged, he makes it appears as though he has his shit together. Having your shit together is something we all strive to do. Getting married appears to be a sign of having your shit together. No mind if your shit is as unassembled as an Ikea dining room table; it’s appearances that matter.

Because I know and realize that getting married does not automatically = having your shit together. Anyone can get married. It’s not like it’s hard to get married. What’s hard is having a good, solid marriage. That’s the real thing. And I know that, I do.

But, I can’t help but hear this news and reflect on my own life. Cue The Beatles ~~**”In My Life”**~~

No, but seriously, what in the everloving fuck am I doing with my life? Yeah, some things are good. I’ve got my health, a house, a great roommate (I’ve moved since I last updated, I had to move twice in 1 year, but I figured that shit out I did), and lots of freelance work. And, a fabulous boyfriend.

But what I don’t have, is a solid career. I want to get into TV writing, and I’m working on it, but holy shit, it’s a long and daunting road. That’s like “The Long And Winding Road”, but with more honesty. “The long and daunting road/that leads me/to your floor/because I am so drunk/wait where am I/don’t leave me lying here/barfing on your flooooooooor.” And I’m trying to get there — “I’m trying to be the shepherd, Ringo” — but goddamn, it’s hard. And I realize it’s hard; it’s supposed to be hard.

Getting older is hard for some people. Hard and weird. (That’s what she said? Sorry.) And apparently, it doesn’t get any easier. My friend told me, “Things get even weirder in your mid thirties. Two of my best friends just got married for the second time. Also, I’m still not over my ex having a baby, which could be why I’ve spent the past month sleeping with a sleazy investment banker dude who more or less is a decent person but still pretty sleazy.”

So what’s the point of it all? Well, that’s a little too deep for this blog. I’ve always said, the meaning of life is to live. So, like Mr. McCartney, I’m going to live and let die. And I wish the absolute best to my ex.

Have you reached the life milestone where an ex gets engaged? How did you feel?

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